Xiaxia had completely disappeared.
Tang Chuxia didn't seem surprised at all; she could even understand Xiaxia.
She didn't ask anything because she had seen it all.
Tang Chuxia put her hands together and sincerely prayed for Xiaxia.
She hoped Xiaxia would find happiness and fulfillment in her next life.
Perhaps it was because Xiaxia had disappeared that Tang Chuxia suddenly became aware of the pain in her body; she looked at the wound that had appeared on her chest, then at the talisman on her body, and she took a long time to recover.
"Have I not become a zombie? Why are you all being so cautious?"
Tang Chuxia asked helplessly and weakly.
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, "Just now, you had stopped breathing for several minutes. I really thought you had turned into a zombie!"
Tang Chuxia: …
She thought she would never make braised chicken for the old Taoist again; he didn't wish her well and actually thought she had turned into a zombie.
Is that over the top?
